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paixaorpg2008-06-17 11:30 pm
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Do not meddle in the affairs of witches, for you are flammable. [Active, Open]
Character(s): Marisa Kirisame, Naja salaheem, Sara Sidle, Demyx
Content: Marisa enters Paixao, meets some interesting and informative people. Then, a wild Demyx appears!
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: Implied immolation?
It was like one of those moments where a long and complex chain of thoughts suddenly snaps and falls away and you can no longer remember anything about the long and drawn out thoughts you had just spent 30 minutes postulating except physical, Marisa was standing on a soft patch of well worn grass she’d never stood on before, in front of a city gate she’d never crossed through and behind her was nothing but a soft open plains and a shallow white seashore. She knew it must have been quite some to do for her to get all the way here, what with the rather important looking intricate gold veins of fire climbing the city gate, but it was as if the journey must have slipped her mind since she couldn’t summon any reasons that might have brought her to such a strange crossroad.
While the grassy knolls behind her certainly seemed more inviting, the city ahead was more likely to help the young witch uncover the secret of her missing memories and she agreed with herself to go ahead and sate her curiosity within the city and then to go explore the fields.
With a soft step and a light spring Marisa advanced on the city gate with a blatant disregard for human life, swinging gracefully through each and every person rightfully in line in front of her until she arrived at the gate booth, where a wonderfully sugar-coated attendant spewed, “name?”
“Marisa Kirisame, ze~” She slapped her hands on the table and leaned in close.
“Now listen I-“
“Welcome to Paixao, enjoy your visit”, the attendant walked all over her verbally, all the while maintaining his pixel perfect smile plastered across his face and handed her a stack of paper, plastic and detritus.
With that, the line advanced carelessly and pushed Marisa forward, landing her against the ground with a “Wait I wasn*whack*” and then a long silence.
Moments later, swift flash and a small wisp of black smoke can be seen rising above the horizon from where the booth once stood and with that Marisa had taken her first steps the city of Paixao.
Content: Marisa enters Paixao, meets some interesting and informative people. Then, a wild Demyx appears!
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: Implied immolation?
It was like one of those moments where a long and complex chain of thoughts suddenly snaps and falls away and you can no longer remember anything about the long and drawn out thoughts you had just spent 30 minutes postulating except physical, Marisa was standing on a soft patch of well worn grass she’d never stood on before, in front of a city gate she’d never crossed through and behind her was nothing but a soft open plains and a shallow white seashore. She knew it must have been quite some to do for her to get all the way here, what with the rather important looking intricate gold veins of fire climbing the city gate, but it was as if the journey must have slipped her mind since she couldn’t summon any reasons that might have brought her to such a strange crossroad.
While the grassy knolls behind her certainly seemed more inviting, the city ahead was more likely to help the young witch uncover the secret of her missing memories and she agreed with herself to go ahead and sate her curiosity within the city and then to go explore the fields.
With a soft step and a light spring Marisa advanced on the city gate with a blatant disregard for human life, swinging gracefully through each and every person rightfully in line in front of her until she arrived at the gate booth, where a wonderfully sugar-coated attendant spewed, “name?”
“Marisa Kirisame, ze~” She slapped her hands on the table and leaned in close.
“Now listen I-“
“Welcome to Paixao, enjoy your visit”, the attendant walked all over her verbally, all the while maintaining his pixel perfect smile plastered across his face and handed her a stack of paper, plastic and detritus.
With that, the line advanced carelessly and pushed Marisa forward, landing her against the ground with a “Wait I wasn*whack*” and then a long silence.
Moments later, swift flash and a small wisp of black smoke can be seen rising above the horizon from where the booth once stood and with that Marisa had taken her first steps the city of Paixao.